I’ve been so wanting to post something on the controversy around that attempt to build a 15-story, multi-use mosque near the site of the 9/11 attacks, but work is very, very crazy this week.

The only thing I’ll offer up in my own humble opinion is that, for all the talk of Muslims wanting Americans to be more sensitive and accepting of Islam in our historically-ordered Judeo-Christian society, there seems precious little sensitivity toward setting a mosque near a site where body parts are still being found nearly a decade later. No one is questioning the right of the imams to place their mosque there – that’s a local question – but whether it’s the right thing to do is where the rubber hits the road.

This isn’t a question about politics, it’s a matter of this country’s heart, mind, and spirit. Ground Zero is hallowed ground where Muslims, Christians, Jews, and non-believers all perished in the most horrifying of ways. To put a mosque at that site is not only ill-conceived and ill-advised, it shows an astounding lack of sensitivity and grace – not that either of these are in great supply these days in this culture we inhabit.

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Same thing with President Obama’s horrendous “Recovery Summer” that not only hasn’t featured any kind of recovery, but is going down as the worst three months of dude’s Presidency. He’s catching fire from the Left because of Afghanistan and his tepid response to the BP spill, he’s catching flack from the Right for ObamaCare, a spiralling deficit, his war on Arizona, and a federal government completely out of control, and Independents are deserting him in droves. His poll numbers are in a death spiral, and the November mid-terms are looking worse for the Democrats with each passing day. Yet with all this, “Mr. HopenChange” moves to the beat of his own Alinsky socialist marching band and heads off on yet another vacation.

I dunno, I suppose I could wonder how someone who could ran such a fantastic campaign to get elected could be such a poor President and an even worse leader of a nation. Oh wait, I’ve already posted about why that is. But no one listens to The Great White Shank. Sometimes not even The Great White Shank.

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